It started with me trying to catch my bus post my office, like I do everyday. There were many buses lined one after the other...the AC volvos, the red ones that I board. I was looking for the right number but not finding one.Then I climb into one of them and go till the end where I expect a passage leading to the next one, just like train coaches.But why am I expecting it to be a train. Don't know, and while I prude over it, it starts off and to my distress, it turns out to be really a train.
By the time I reach the next station, I know I am in the wrong one and I must get down. Or, should I continue? No no, that would be too much of risk. God knows where its bound to. So, as soon as it comes to a halt, I get down and to my dismay I find myself in a very remote kind of train station. To make matter worse, its on the edge of a cliff and I am supposed to walk on that edge to cross the station and reach over to the town. Nevertheless there is no other option so I try it out. (I am very bad with my balance even if its a 2 ft high road divider bar that I have to walk on to...and this one is ridiculously high for me. Its an impossible feet). At times I consider to slip down the slope of the edge and reach the bottom and then walk. But of course its too high to even give me the slightest hope to survival.
I don't remember how exactly I managed to cross it but then there I am , somehow on the other side. And to my relief there is an exhibition going on here.Wait a minute, it looks like the exhibition that the ladies in my apartment were planning to put up for Ganesha Festival. How could they possibly decide to hold it here in this remote village town instead of the premises of the apartment? Never mind, now that I am strangled here with nothing else to do, let me go visit there.I may find a company back home at least.
So, here I am, inside the exhibition. And here comes my neighbor. But wait a minute, isn't she coming along with my old friend who never calls me now and never visits me when I invite,who has been basically putting me off for ages. Now I see how she is extending her influence over my new found neighbor-friend-soulmate. I will not let it happen. I approach my neighbor and tell her in a complaining & hurt voice (which, I don't have to effort out after the way my evening has turned so far) why she didn't inform me the exhibition was planned here and she was to come here, we could have planned it together. But she makes a face and bitterly replies back "Neha! stop being an emotional fool yaar! Everyone knew it was here and everyone was supposed to come here. So I came with another friend. what's the big deal!"
Obviously, it is already becoming too much to take. First the bus got misinterpreted as a train, then I landed in the unknown world, then the scary cliffy train station and now the feeling of being cheated by the true friends!! I must find myself a secluded corner and rest by myself for a while, all alone. O look....this place is actually on a sea beach, waves are crashing to the sand...how couldn't I spot it earlier. To hell with all the cheater friends. I decide to take a plunge in the sea (of course on the shore) and wash off all my worries. So, I get to the beach, knee down in water. But I should have realized by now that the time is not in my favor. A big wave comes and plunges me completely in water.Now I am not sure if I will be able to fight it off. I don't even feel like calling for help.Is it any use calling for help to the friends who never call you, never answer your call, never meet and call you an emotional fool!
Oh..I am on the beach again..wet but safe..somehow I came out of the web of the nasty waves. Good for me. Now I am too tired to do anything else. I want to return back home. There seems to be taxis lined up and people who had come for the exhibition are hopping into them and returning home. Maybe I should also hop into one, but wouldn't there be just sufficient place for those who came here, i am the extra one. I didn't come here using a taxi. will they let me in...let me try. And here I go get into one, along with 5-6 other ladies, and no one seems to notice. there are 3-4 left behind now, I hear them say they will just wait for another taxi or something. I happily waive off to them although I know deep within its not the best thing to do, wait here when its getting so dark. Anyways, its their decision. In the best of my interests, I have to keep mum as I have just found a safe and cozy corner in a crowded taxi to get back to home.
Now we are driving off...wide cemented winding roads..that never seem to end. But all of a sudden, we see those 4 ladies panting and running for their lives..asking our taxi to slow down so that they can hop in. What's wrong!!! From their grumbled words all I can make is that they are being followed by some goons. I open the taxi door for them to get in but they are not being able to. And the more the taxi slows down, the more the chances of the goons catching up. What a tense situation I landed into again! Now, I can't even close the door, its swung open and hanging in the air and I am not being able to do anything about it, I am clinging to the seat...managing to hold on to the taxi....
Don't know how much time passed. But looks like somehow the taxi door shut and we are out of the reach of the goons. time to relax. On one winding of the road, I decide to get off. I will phone someone from home to pick me up. I get down and so does another lady. I don't seem to recognize her but seems she knows me since ages. Without any prior warning, she blurts out "your best friend got blessed with a baby, but of course you must be knowing". But of course!! The friend who didn't confine to me the last time she was having a good news and I have still not forgiven her for that..and the same one who promised me if there is a next time she will let me know as soon as she herself comes to know about it...ditcher...I should have expected it. What has happened to the world !!!!
I can't take it anymore. So, I pop open my eyes to the bright sunshine coming in from my window and feel relieved to realize that it was after all only a dream...a nightmare and a really exhausting one (It must have gone on for half an hr or one hr and I already feel completely drained both physically and emotionally) . But its over now, and most of it was not true and unreal and is never going to be. My day will be nice and beautiful and so will be my life.
However on the back of my mind a tiny voice says ... there's a stronger reasoning behind every thread in the dream that your mind weaves..better pay attention to it!!
